sequel to falling: drifting

When my thin tears
dried crusty
salt crystals on my jaw
in the eerie dawn silhouette
I saw you
back arched
across the sky
blue, green, white
smiling
as the sun whispered
a secret
from behind the horizon
so I spread my arms
out to my fingertips
and lifted my legs
and opened my toes
and just drifted,
riding the wind;
true
I was never alone.

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